Everyday
The children screaming
is a barking dog.
Sometimes they scream
when they play,
and the wind
sounds like rain,
rippling flags
to marching killers.
In every room
the torches crackle
and crumble outside,
frolicking rage
where I never look
because gunfire is
everywhere
unmistakable.
Scribbled this on a notecard while listening to “11th Dimension” for the first time, which is a MUST LISTEN for these times. Intensely cathartic. (“If you believe in this world then no one has died in vain; but don’t you dare get to the top and not know what to do.”)
Love always,
your Mister
Lonely Hearts Chapel 